Summary:

shane has broken his arm and can't play against boston, but the most annoying thing is he hasn't been able to wash his hair in days... cue ilya, our favorite acts of service baddie ------ Shane blinked. His mind was screaming at him. What was happening? This wasn’t what they did, they didn’t wash each other’s hair or care about each other’s injuries. They fucked, and then they went home. He should say no, should tell Rozanov to buzz off and leave him to suffer, but the words wouldn’t come out. Eventually, he just nodded.